You
~
as Mariana Trench resides
hidden -
beneath miles of waves of blue,
securely masked you keep
the depth that is uniquely,
intrinsically “you”,
locked away, protected -
from hollow hearts, lackluster eyes,
of shallow dreary masses -
those who seek contentment
telling shallow lies;
seeking solace in endless
half-lived lives.
Closely guarded, undisclosed,
your passions unexposed,
you discover something rare…
a kindred soul,
whose heart you share,
(may bring us much despair)
postponed expectations -
a dreaded abysmal well,
something which may just become
our very own private hell.
the monsters
In the end, when curtain drops
your pretty mask slips down.
brutal ugliness -
finally exposed.
in shock, with eyes wide open
I’m stunned in disbelief.
but its impossible to deny-
for what I’m seeing
underneath……..
is terrifyingly clear.
Those imaginary monsters
that I have always feared,
dwell right amongst us -
perhaps….
….forever living here?
Hideous in form -
evil grin, spewing lies
sharp fangs with wolfish eyes
hungrily and viciously you stare -
my flesh you long to tear
I hear your gutteral growl
sense danger of my death,
desire to run…. yet cannot -
for I am frozen in place -
ridiculous look of horror
on my pathetic face…………………………………
~Lily
Foolish
stupid foolish girl
made decisions on a whim.
all thought and cautiousness
she threw into the wind…
The wind now blows ferocious,
path of destruction closes in.
ignorant and unaware,
her escape is found….
……………………..absolutely nowhere.
Hurricane alarms are sounding.
silly girl’s stupidity knows no boundaries.
Ignoring sounding bell, she plays.
Never noticing she’s all alone.
So what became of stupid girl?
Well…… no one really knows,
for they’d all moved to safety
up on higher ground.
and so the story goes,
silly stupid girl’s lovely body -
has never, ever been found.
(what a shame)
music softly plays
that I don’t even hear…
for the beating of my heart
pulses heavily in my ear.
hurts to breathe.
my shallow lungs
inflate in fear,
deflate in dread.
I drive in silence,
hoping to get lost
along the way.
anything to postpone this……
“please.
give me a calm heart”
I silently pray.
“give me a calm heart”, I pray
betrayed by my words
painfully I face your face
confessing errors
heart squeezed as ripened orange
deathlike clutch cuts off my breath
lungs deflate…. (I nearly faint)
Knot around my throat.
(oh, how I wish to blame you)
Yet… I bought this rope.
being honest with ourselves is the most difficult, yet imperitive, form of honesty that exists… for we cannot improve ourselves without knowing where we are, where we’ve been, if we’re headed in the right direction… and what alterations we need to make in our travels.
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The Mist
I live in a shield… made of plexiglass.
You think you see me… but cannot reach.
I’m a grassy field, a flowering meadow… you thought you saw once, in a photograph.
I’m a picture book… from a faraway place.
I don’t exist.
I’ve disappeared.
I am the mist.
Cannot be reached.
Cannot be found.
Though you may sense me… I’m not around.
~Lily
bullet hole
Bullet Hole
a gaping wound
tore through her soul.
… she gasps…
Mental pictures flash.
Still breathing, yet
holding her breath.
Shocking realization.
Disastrous revelation.
She gave away her peace,
….piece
…….by piece
…………by fragile piece.
Culmination -
wound so deep
Hollow point with silencer
unnoticed by the rest
Spirit is stained
with soot that’s glued
as permanent tattoo.
Gunshot residue.
She’s dirtied up.
Smell of burnt flesh clings to her
as bar-room smoke.
She stinks.
She’s broke.
Can’t wash it off,
the stain, the smell,
She’s covered in your scent
silently praying,
holding her breath
standing in the rain
………left without a cent.
~ Lily
Serentity
serenity is…
a spoonful of honey in lemon tea
aroma of lilacs and vanilla
pajamas of the softest cotton
slipping into sheets of satin
beginning the day with prayer of thanks
restful night with peaceful thoughts
comfidently discarding heavy, bolted locks
weighing protectively upon my heart.
Serenity is…
freedom without judgement
a home that is a haven
and a favorite book in my favorite chair.
~Lily
Fool for Dinner
she served herself to him for dinner.
foolish naivete
…no, there were no promises….
merely suggestions
allusions
uncorrected expectations,
fantastical distractions.
her salty-sweet taste he craved
(and ate)
greedy hands, rapacious eyes
her fragile flesh in wolfish teeth.
He smiled.
sauntering away…
self-satisfied.
….was easy as child’s play
uncaring of her pain, he said:
“serve yourself to me again”
~Lily
your essence
quietly unaware…
your essence reaches me
as a cool breeze
that tousles my hair
~ Lily
draft
I’m just a rough draft
awaiting the final polish
(please don’t look too closely)
~Lily
